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tiny vesselsgod cried for us that afternoon
on the rocks, if I could be so
selfish; you had your hands
grasping at my empty vapors before
I’d had the chance to whisper
to you. I see you
shaking. I know you’re
hungry and I know
the temperature of your
eyes when you lie. you
said you were lonely.
half-truths are the essence
of symbiotic relationships, your
fingers trailing along my hips,
glacier blue eyes holding me
still. the rapids churned. god
cried for me that afternoon.
he was selfish, too.
sunshine shakingmorse code upon collarbones and
sun-bleached smiles. she
wasn't ready. she wasn't ready.
he had open arms like
the song about the london bridge;
chlorine baptized him a new
man. innocent, innocent,
what did you see
when you kissed her? the
pearls upon the waves, the
silence upon the shore. was it
quiet enough to hear
the break? thunderous blue, the
chasms of her eyes.
present, in the body
that doesn't fit, I watched
you murder the sky. I wasn't ready
you are my bruises. welts
along my wrists, fingertips
dancing on my neck. bluebird,
you were a midnight mistake
leaking over the next morning.
you wept and all
the world called you beautiful;
we kissed the naked silence between your bones,
we watched you drown yourself in vodka and not-so-
secrets, and we brought you back to life;
we held you as you quaked
like a tragedy in its first bloom.
I called you beautiful,
and you used all of me
[I am as naked as the breeze, as
useless as a songbird without
a note. I am as hungry
the tide and as lonely
as the moon who calls
upon it; starlight,
you took all of me,
the negative space
I fell in love
first with the taste
of you-- good weed
and the resurrection
of unmet expectations. when
you kissed my neck, I was
alive; I was a series of
sparks in a vacuum night.
you were a million moths
blooming within my ribcage, you
were the beginning of the story
I was afraid to open. I fell in love
with the goosebumps tha
beauty is a state of mindforgiveness is the
scent the violet leaves
on the foot that stomped it;
I am beautiful in remembrance:
I am beautiful
in a body two sizes too
large, in eyes dilated
with questions (eyes
you cannot name; gray
like the ocean, blue
like the heart, green like
the fever dream I cannot
wake from) I am the
hair of a lion, a wild
thing, ignition upon
tempted glance. I am the skin
you cannot name, always fleeting;
you always see
but never truly take in.
and I know a boy
carved of ivory silence,
accidental exposurenewton’s laws never
applied to you. maybe
tomorrow won’t come, and
we will always be a
few gestures short of
you are that glint
on the edge of the
flirtation of a star, of
a wish whispered
into skin that
cannot listen. I
traced so many apologies into
your spine; Dear Amy, my
body is an empty bookshelf
and I’m sorry I couldn’t
give you a perfect ending.
Dear Amy, you are more than
the hands that hollowed you
and made you quiet. Dear Amy,
stunted emotional development
is a blessing but I’m so scared I’ll
hurt you I’m so scared I care
about you, you’re the first person
who didn’t want me selfishly,
the first person to make
there are so many shades
of blue in your eyes
I can’t capture; so many
poems caught in your
hair. I dreamt about you
every night this week;
I was the monster hiding
under your bed.
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is
a careful warmth in the
combined effort of
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the industrial gl
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in abstract art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
Forever and a dayForever I shall love you
you have no need to ask.
Forever you shall feel my love
I will make you grasp.
I´ll prove to you there´s no better one,
no better one so true
cos everything that I will do,
I´ll do it just for you.
so please don´t start to doubt me,
never want to hear you say,
"How long will you still love me?"
Forever my love...
Forever and a day.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
A Prayer-bead Prayershi
grenadined lips and kohl-rimmed eyes,
come now, come; drown down this caribbean sun with me.
disquieted rainfall worries
-they pitter patter
face with your feather
-weight touch, i become fresh tinder.
i sync our zealous breathing with your zinc penny pulse;
oh how i have fallen tender!
peeled raw, i now burn
You Rise With the Moon, I Rise With the SunThe sparks of their love will forever last,
They fight now, but they will be intertwined soon.
They both think now that they are fading fast.
Destiny is funny when looked at in eyes of the past,
She sits in the dark asking why to the moon,
But it knows the sparks of their love will forever last.
He faces away from the shadow that the sun casts.
With the rise of the sun comes the heat of June,
But they both think now that they are fading fast.
They don’t say a word and the time is mashed.
Still, neither knows by the time of noon,
That the sparks of their love will forever last.
Neither remembers the words they had blast,
But they remember the night that they had swooned
Sadly, they both think now that they are fading fast.
The words of tale that teach of the loving everlast,
Are of the sun and moon that chase in tune
The sparks of their love will forever last,
They thought too, that they were fading fast.
I'd LoveI’d love to love you if you let me
I’d quickly fall apart for you
I would take all that you found heavy
And bear your burden through and through
I’d love to thaw you out in winter
And see you smiling every day
Though you might act cold and bitter
I’d see the warmth you hide away
I’d love to lie with you through sunrise
I’d watch the colours change with you
I’d love to love you for my whole life
If you could only love me too
December LoversDancing within the December light
lovers kiss under the cold rain
cast in the haze of synthetic glow
desperate on a lonely night.
Strangers in the shadows pass from sight,
mislaid tokens of distilled pain
where oil slicks and memories flow,
embrace to escape dreamless blight.
Bodies grasping a moment's delight
only a touch to keep us sane,
breath on the air is all that will show,
unknown faces appear ghost white.
In darkness lovers always burn bright,
untold regrets wash down the drain
a secret language in fallen snow
neglected hearts touched by frostbite.
ClamWishes as I lay against
The ground so cool in starlight
And as each trail of white burns past
I close my eyes and drive my right
Wish for wealth to share with you
Like water in the sands
And raise a clam to open up
And pour into my open hands
Once years of fallen paths of fire
Have taken to my sleeping asks
I will have a beast of mer
To raise in all the qualities I lack
And on one eve in desert heat
Will parched this foe struggle its last
And finally open up its mouth
To laugh at my struggles past
For born but not betrothed you were
So stubborn in your shell
Try as I could to speak to you
There was no way to find your tell
So I went through all tears and rage
Leaving to come back to you
Even as I smout the earth
Your resolve always stayed true
Each night I watched the stars with scorn
To have such trickery played
And refused to shut them out those times
Forevermore my mind was made
Then with my gaze awake
I saw a shell cracked and dry
The dunes had ravaged your form
I knew it would be
Bring Me BackFor you
the moon will sing
and wake my heart
led through dreams by the melody
from the darkness I emerge to find you
revived by your own warmth
again I live
JadeCadé a pedra preciosa jade?
Mil Baús abri sem nenhuma sorte
Que lealdade à sua raridade!
Você é como sakura no norte
Encontrei a jade em terra ferida
Afundando nesta areia maldita
Eu tentei salva-la de tal angústia
Mas fui afogado pela maldita
Lépida ela ficou com o meu
Sofrimento, sou sofredor sofrido
Condenado pelo amor proibido
Não mereço este bom amor seu?
Ganância afasta-me desta paixão?
Achei minha paz nesta escuridão
A Silent SonnetHearts fill with longing for what is not theirs-
tempting, enticing like only addicts know.
Desperately pushed to the point of despair,
this fluttery stomach is now their worst foe!
Secrets left screaming upon airtight lips,
they refuse to slip, mustn't endanger
true meaning in those very "subtle" quips
which, try as they might- refuse to waver.
So giving up may seem the only choice
in this defeat. But that would mean to lose
the most precious treasure. They hold their voice
and silence their souls, becoming subdued.
There's pain in each agonizing moment,
but worth it for every shared instant spent.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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